So I know this didn't really happen, but DH gave me an idea and I had to write it! Oh and I really don't own Harry Potter- what made you think that? ~LilyLunaEvans
The assorted prisoners, murderers, thieves, offenders of the new regime, stared at the small girl with scraggly waist-length blonde hair. Her bulging blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of rainbow colored glasses with swirling, sparkling, lenses. And to top it all off she was smiling serenely at the men in her cell.
"Hello there," she said to them. "I'm Luna Lovegood." She held out a hand. "Pleased to meet you."
The prisoners stared at her in disbelief. One of them- one who dared to support Harry Potter- stepped forward, opening and closing his mouth with a strong resemblance to a fish.
The girl, Luna Lovegood, laughed. "You look like a freshwater Plimpy!" she shrieked, doubling over with laughter. When the men continued to stare at her she gradually gained control of herself. "Oh I see! Wrackspurt got you?"
Another man, a murderer, stepped forward.
"What in the bloody name of Merlin is a Wrackspurt?"
She raised her eyebrows behind her ridiculous glasses. "Why they're invisible creatures, they float through your ears and make your brain go all fuzzy. I thought I saw some in here, that's what my Spectrespecs are for!"
Still the men stared at her. They couldn't believe what they were seeing or hearing. This girl, Luna, seemed unaffected by the Dementors. She stood, smiling at them, sitting cross-legged on the floor, a magazine in her hand.
"Er, Luna, what exactly is a little girl like you doing here in Azkaban?" One of the men asked.
"Oh, my daddy supports Harry Potter you see, and he's been writing about it in the Quibbler. So they took me off the train." She handed the man the magazine she was holding.
On the front cover: SUPPORT HARRY POTTER! This seemed quite a dangerous thing to say.
"He's been writing from a new angle," she said. "See, we used to write about our trips to find Crumple Horned Snorkacks, and about ways to cure yourself from Nargles and Wrackspurts."
"What the bloody hell is a Nargle or a Crumple Horned Snorkack?"
"Why, a Nargle infests mistletoe, and they flit around your head, causing mischief and stealing things. And the Crumple Horned Snorkack is an elusive creature; it hides up in the mountains. Daddy and I go on holiday looking for them. You see, they've got this horn that mends itself, and if you want to call them you have to hum, they like waltzes, nothing too fast…"
The prisoners exchanged glances but sat and continued to listen to the strange little girl. This new world needed more people like her, people who weren't afraid to be unique.